In a Manner of Poetry

January 27, 2019January 29, 2019

Women and Bitches

Tired of lovin’ girls who don’t love meAll those promises just to turn out phonyLike I didn’t try my best and give my allBut I can’t get a text back or a phone callMeanwhile, my “dad” is sending threats to my brotherStill mad salty over some shit that happened with his motherAnd my grandmother can’t understand why we callin’ him trashCan’t wait for the day Hell’s Fire turns that nigga to ashSpeaking of trash, tell Day to grow the fuck upAnd tell Rhiannon’s crazy ass I said good luckAll my relationship have been with narcissists and I’m tired of itI refuse to play second fiddle, treat me like shit and I quit